Now it's f***ing personal
The other day I walked into my greenhouse , perfectly relaxed and certainly not expecting anything bad. Imagine how p***ed I was when this greeted me: It got worse from there... ...much worse: Nothing left here! Weirdly enough, nothing else was eaten, just these Astrophytum cactus — and there definitely are other tasty morsels in the greenhouse. I don’t “collect” a lot of plants, but I did collect these astrophytums. I knew immediately who the culprit was. It’s always the same one. It starts with an r, has an a in the middle, and ends with a t. Let me spell it out: r-a-t. If you’ve followed my blog for any length of time, you might know that rats are my arch nemesis. They’ve done more damage in our garden over the years than anything else. Not just ornamentals: More than ¾ of the vegetables and herbs my wife planted in recent weeks have been gnawed down to stubs. Poison traps aren’t an option because of Stella, and I don’t love the idea of live traps: What am I going to do with a trap...